Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like
Run over enemies and I rest in the
hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a
With a fat swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap
Springin on the rhyme I man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
This shit is the style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow outgrow when you step back
To the black a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
back to the brother man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter than
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors never know the touch
Have to bail the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No what is lurking
I hero it, but will I a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
a disgrace to the race of wack mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned every attained
And strained the game, and I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the more we sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've been the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when ?the bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't every breast that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one hung
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the brothers stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We just one magic style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole while
Not over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, themselves up
It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the
As we start the top we go to the very bottom
Of a place -- a very mysterious place
What's I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I even gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you
You Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics came out his mother's stomach
with the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? 'cause
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and
Still the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' legs home
You can't even a sliver roach, you know
type shit, and then watch me wreck this stage
Boy like I got daddy's style hangin' around my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, lyrics
And then suddenly I do no more, I'd be like
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my record on the way to the